[Lijiang Love Story]

She was beautiful; on her first day in Lijiang, people couldn't help but turn their heads to look at her.

Yet her beauty was casual and natural, a touch of wildness unintentionally revealed in her every move.

Without any deliberate adornment, her long, thick,

black hair was braided and hung down her neck, revealing her fair skin, making her appear even darker and her skin even whiter.

She wore a pure white cotton shirt and off-white linen casual trousers, and a single

, finger- . Few people would wear such pure white while traveling, yet she seemed

completely unconcerned, moving about the ancient city impeccably.

She had been in Lijiang for three days, spending her days leisurely strolling along the cobblestone streets, just

like in many places she had visited before, without rushing to see the sights.

At dusk, she went to listen to the celestial Naxi ancient music, played by elderly people in their seventies and eighties.

When the ancient, melodious music began, her dark eyes seemed to light up with a starlike gleam.

She was traveling alone, as always, traveling alone to many cities, utterly alone.

To outsiders, such a woman might seem strange, but only she knew that she had come simply to find

a place, and now that she had arrived, she felt so hesitant.

She had found that little tavern on her first afternoon, but hadn't gone in. She stood at the door

for a long time , her eyes filled with a mixture of longing, sorrow, and joy, before turning and leaving.

Then every day she would stop as she passed by, but never step inside. Once,

the girl at the counter warmly invited her in to sit for a while, but she smiled slightly and shook her head, softly saying, "Next time

." Her voice was gentle and soft, with a southern accent.

This must be the tavern where he had once gotten drunk? Rustic tables and chairs, dim lighting, batik blue linen

tablecloths , and enthusiastic young girls. He had said that every night they would play very classical folk music—

flute, sheng, xiao—and of course, the ancient music that the Naxi people considered heavenly. They were sounds that no words could

express.

Vast, desolate, and distant. He said that in such a secluded ancient city, listening to that music,

every lonely traveler would be intoxicated; he himself was intoxicated for seven days in Lijiang.

Now, after a thousand-mile journey, she followed in his footsteps to this beautiful ancient city. She

knew without even entering that her heart would not only be intoxicated, but also broken…

You once said that you often dreamed of spending a wandering life with the one you loved most, so that

you wouldn't have regrets even if you died one day. As you said this… I can't help but smile as I write this, imagining that if that

day , I'll die without regrets.

But in reality, you're always bound by various ties. Still a wanderer, but walking alone.

Having traversed China, I venture to more parts of the world—Europe, America… Occasionally I stop, but

then quickly on my way. One by one, those who love you most are left behind.

Lonely? Perhaps not. So many faces on the journey are like endless landscapes. Lonely?

Maybe so, which is why I often find myself drunk in some unknown tavern.

Leaving behind for… All that remains of mine are those thick stacks of photos, filled with lonely and desolate images. Your

vibrant colors and hues are a landscape I cannot see.

Your photography skills are excellent, wielding digital photography with effortless ease and mastery. Those photos

rarely possess any warm colors; they are all tones that inevitably evoke a sense of melancholy. Occasionally,

a touch of , but these are merely embellishments, creating a powerful visual impact and

a profound emotional resonance through the stark contrast.

I truly love those photos. I often... He said that life is inherently desolate. So all you

left me with were desolate thoughts.

Many feelings and secrets need a warm environment and atmosphere to inspire the desire and impulse to speak; many

worries and longings need a place to be absorbed and nurtured before they can be whispered.

In the days that draw us closer, I always hope for this scene: in the gentle evening breeze of the setting sun,

you sit there smiling, and I sit on the ground before you, my chin resting on your knees, listening to your stories, telling you my

feelings, the past like a gentle fragrance, softly accompanying us, clear and pure. A faint smile graced my brow and seeped into my heart. What the

revisited past took away and what it left behind, what it awakened and what it touched—none of that

mattered. What mattered was that shared moment of mutual care…

You finally stood before me, weary and thin. The instant I saw you, I longed

to reach out and touch your stubble-covered face, to intertwine our fingers and see the worry etched in your eyes,

to nestle silently against your chest, letting my trembling shoulders and hesitant lips convey the meaning of our parting.

There was a faint figure in the room, watching you so intently, following you, reliving you, and so

moved by this reunion. Wasn't that the beautiful feeling you described, the feeling that even touched your heart?

The person I always longed for, who had traveled so far away, rushed towards me without concealing their hurried pace. Their tender embrace and kiss

made me realize I had no regrets about how earnestly and purely I had missed them during those days of separation. I didn't ask for much;

in that moment of reunion, I had never felt such emotion before. I had never

said this to you before, never been so honest with you . Is this tenderness alright? Is it alright?

We spoke passionately, embraced, and made love in this beautiful little town of Lijiang…

In the inn near the Big Stone Bridge in Lijiang Old Town, we entwined and fell onto the bed,

our movements slow and tender, filled with joy and trepidation.

He supported my delicate, weightless shoulders, helping me sit up, my cheek resting against his, his face lightly

touching mine , even inhaling the sweet fragrance of my breath. I looked up, my eyes sparkling

with a dreamy light, igniting in him a desire to completely conquer me.

'Frost...give me everything, I need you.' He lifted my drooping cheek and kissed

my cherry lips. His hand slowly slid down my cheek, over my smooth skin, and gently unbuttoned my clothes.

With each movement, his hand was pressed tightly against my body; I didn't need to look to know where it was. My soft, warm

tongue entered my mouth, immediately igniting his desire. The unique fragrance of a young woman's mouth seeped into my skin...

It entered his lungs, flowed to his limbs, and I could feel his primal need, his rising

excitement . He sucked and licked my lover's saliva with all his might, devouring the fragrant

nectar on my tongue, and rubbed his lips hard against my delicate cherry lips. My lips were red and moist, my face flushed, my beautiful eyes

filled with deep affection and shy blush.

As each button was undone, more and more of my burning skin was exposed to the air,

almost every inch touched by him. By the time I was stripped down to only my bra and panties, I was already burning with desire.

After his hands stripped away my last defenses, they caressed my crotch, his fingers

massaging and kneading inside and outside my garden. It was as if oil was being added to a fire within me; my desire burned ever brighter.

The initial coolness from his fingertips gradually transformed into streams of heat, flowing from his fingertips throughout my body,

adding fuel to the already raging flames. I began to moan softly, as if my very senses were being melted away. '

Light…' I murmured shyly, my voice almost fading, leaving only a soft, nasal hum. He pressed me tightly

onto the bed, parting my smooth thighs, and gently caressed the outside of my garden with his penis.

He kissed me deeply, tenderly, his hips moving slowly, his chest pressed against my breasts, penetrating deep within me

, swaying from side to side… I spread my long, pale legs high, embracing him, my eyes half-closed,

savoring his sweet and tender embrace. My fair face flushed crimson, my eyes glazed over, my hips swayed, my

full, jade-like breasts bounced and rippled. He

worked on me gently yet firmly, slowly at times, then with rapid, stormy thrusts. My face slowly turned bright red,

I wanted to scream with excitement, yet worried whether anyone could hear me.

Though his movements were slow, he penetrated deep into my vagina each time, pausing occasionally,

making me incredibly itchy. I thrust and swayed my hips, grinding upwards, hoping he would thrust faster

. His burning penis plunged deep inside me, making me feel like my soul was leaving my body. I felt his surging passion, making my heart

race , intoxicated. Soon, overwhelmed by the pleasure of sex, I approached orgasm. A soul-stirring pleasure

enveloped my entire body, making me gasp for breath, my moans filled with endless pleasure and

gratitude for my lover.

With his hot palms pressing against my buttocks, I moved in and out with his thrusts. Each time he

withdrew , I felt an emptiness, as if I had fallen into a lonely hell, causing me to involuntarily arch my slender waist, pursuing

that fiery hot penis. Only when he entered my body deeply and powerfully, pressing me gently but firmly

against the bed, did I feel like I had entered heaven.

These ups and downs between heaven and hell gradually made me lose my restraint and sense of reason, increasingly frantically

responding to his increasingly powerful and penetrating, fiery penis. Boundless pleasure flowed through my body,

making my snow-white skin glow with a dazzling blush. This beautiful sight was not missed by him, making him

even more excited to thrust into my overflowing, secluded passage. Under his thrusts, I was already drenched in fragrant sweat, panting softly, and

with his rhythmic thrusts, I reached another climax.

The warm spring sun of Lijiang streamed through the peach blossoms and the inn's windows, dappling our sweat-drenched

bodies. The strong male body relentlessly released the energy of love, while the beautiful female body eagerly responded.

My energy and nectar were being drawn out with each thrust, yet his passion was boundless, relentlessly making my

heart bloom. He held me tightly at the waist and hips, listening to my

infinitely joyful, wanton moans as his heat seared the most tender flesh of my flower. Under his intense thrusts, even my voice softened, and I arched my

back with all my might, my breasts bouncing, letting the man beneath me savor the beautiful spring scenery of Lijiang Ancient Town.

"Shuang, my dear little woman… is it comfortable?" He brushed aside my sweat-drenched hair,

asking with a gentle smile. Seeing this intelligent girl writhing beneath him, he must have felt a surge

of pride and accomplishment. At that moment, all I wanted was to be his little woman in his arms.

"Mmm..." I lay languidly on the bed, letting him shamelessly feast his eyes on

me after our lovemaking. My murmurs were incredibly alluring: "Guang, thank you...you made me so happy."

"Then I want to continue to make you...so happy, every day, okay?" His hot fingers

swirled around my areolas, my body blooming towards him like a water lily, along with my entire

heart , my entire soul...

Late at night, I stood under a tree by the Great Stone Bridge, staring blankly at the full moon, oblivious to the night's

chill . My thin clothes clung to my body in the night wind, revealing my exquisite, curvaceous figure

.

I was still wearing that white cotton shirt and beige linen casual pants, but they were no longer spotless;

every inch carried his scent. There were few people around the Great Stone Bridge at night; even the river was half-deep.

Why do people prefer the bustling Sifang Street? The beauty of the stone bridge under the moonlight is beyond words.

I sighed softly, closed my eyes, and felt the coolness of the moonlight, my mind flashing back to

the passionate embrace we had just shared. Under his passion and tenderness, it was all so wonderful; I was repeatedly lost in the blissful union of

body and soul , oblivious to the waves of happiness that washed over me,

unaware of my own emotional response.

It all felt like a perfect dream! But the lingering weakness and the faint

kiss marks on my body told me that all this joy and daze was real. I had cast aside all restraint and become his

woman. Would I regret it? Where would our future lead?

Actually, I'm rarely prone to daydreaming; it's just that I don't accept my own choices. I've always prided myself on being clever and calm

. Years ago, a girl told me, half-envious and half-jealous, "You'll never fall in love with a man; you're too smart." I just

smiled faintly and remained silent—because at the time, that girl seemed rather foolish to me. I've never liked talking to

stupid people it annoying and impatient with explanations. And basically,

in my eyes, all men and women troubled, tormented, and burdened by love are foolish.

But this time, this time, it's my turn; this time, let me follow the common practice.

I remember in a Zen koan, there's the story of the old woman testing the monk with a woman's skills; firmly rejecting it isn't a sign of cultivation, but rather, what is there to rejoice in?

No. For me, reason always decides first, then emotion follows, without hesitation. Thus, love can cloud my judgment, dreams

can be distorted , and fear and anxiety can arise. Yet, I remain so clear-headed, consciously indulging, consciously intoxicated, consciously deeply trapped. Seeing

things too clearly is not a good thing; I've always known this best. And does he think the same way?

I look down at the shallow river, flowing faster than during the day. The moonlight reflects in the water, dappled and

sparkling like the sand silver in a silversmith's shop. Suddenly, I feel a surge of inexplicable joy; the hesitation and confusion in my heart instantly

transform into a thousand tender feelings—he has come. My flowing gaze freezes instantly, for I feel his captivating gaze.

I can't help but think: Is this gaze directed at me, and at everyone on the journey? If it captivates my

heart , doesn't it also captivate the hearts of others? A bittersweet feeling seems to well up in my heart;

is this man to whom I pour out all my love truly mine? In other cities, in other seasons, did he also have other passionate encounters with other

soulmates ? Yet I cannot demand of him; can I truly possess him completely

? I dare not think, tears welling in my eyes.

It is him, I know without even looking up, yet I cannot help but gaze at him, I simply cannot help it. A fleeting glance, yet my eyes,

my heart, my mind are filled with him.

Three parts arrogance, three parts dashing elegance, three parts breathtaking beauty. Arrogance, it is him; dashing elegance, it is him; breathtaking beauty, is it for me?

And that remaining part, lingering, is precisely, or rather, always, a touch of loneliness. Such a deep, so poignant

loneliness, like a shadow, like maggots clinging to bone, is a loneliness I know so well. How I long to melt his loneliness with tenderness like water,

passion like fire; but who knows that this loneliness has seeped into his very marrow, no matter

how dreamlike our intimacy, how we can melt away this snow-capped mountain of loneliness?

The wind whipped my long hair, a strand brushing against my cheek. I bit my lip, stifling a sigh that hadn't escaped my lips.

Black hair , crimson lips, a bare face. The black hair was melancholic, the crimson lips dazzling, the bare face aloof. This face had once garnered countless glances,

high above, like the perpetually snow-capped Jade Dragon Snow Mountain. Yet now, at this moment, I only wish to be beautiful for him.

Three parts willfulness, three parts mischievousness, three parts innocence—was this me now? Willful like a child unaware of worldly affairs,

mischievous like a witch unbound by worldly constraints, innocent like a fairy untouched by earthly concerns. And that remaining one part, brushed

away and returned, was, still, always—a touch of loneliness.

Tender feelings like water, a beautiful time like a dream, how could I bear to look back on the road to the Magpie Bridge? No Milky Way blocked our way, but why did the river in our hearts

hold us back?

This version of me, finally met this version of him. I had already given up on all fantasies, but Lijiang,

like a little girl's match, ignited another dreamlike world within me.

The night in Lijiang is pure; where there are no lights, only the blue reflections of the river. Tonight,

with the full moonlight, there's a touch of chilling cold, a profound tranquility, and a subtle unease.

What remains—loneliness? Joy? Or something indescribable? We sat under a tree by the river.

The people across the river had finished fetching and emptying water, their doors tightly shut, leaving only us.

He unbuttoned my clothes and buried his face in my chest. I trembled slightly, yet couldn't resist. We were listening to that song

then ; I thought I was flying upwards, the sound

beautiful, but in the end, I realized I was falling.

We strolled down a clear canal, colorful ducks playing in the water, the wind rustling

the copper bells , the smell of cooking smoke drifting in from afar. He said what I had been thinking, like a dream. But I know it was all

a dream. That night we were just wandering around. Looking, and being looked at. The

morning sunlight in Lijiang shone through the rustic window frames of the Da Shi Qiao Inn, through the delicate orchid curtains,

onto the bed where the passionate couple had been locked in a passionate embrace the night before. I slowly opened my eyes, then gently stretched

, so comfortable… My eyes still half-closed, I sighed deeply with satisfaction, a sweet smile spreading across my lips, and softly

hummed a melody I couldn't quite place. It felt like spring had come to the world, and everything was warm. In the deepest, softest part of my heart, I once again deeply

cherished his care, his love, his tenderness, his warmth…

It was he who let me experience the true joy of a woman; it was he who showed me what true masculine

tenderness is; it was he who led me, hand in hand, towards that blissful state of ecstasy… But he's

not . What has he gone to do? Looking down at the bed, I saw large damp

stains , clear records of yesterday's passionate encounter. My face flushed with shyness. Late last night, I

awoke from a dream, and we walked hand in hand under the moonlight, witnessing the bustling yet tranquil nightlife of Lijiang. After returning, we

gently made love a second time.

If our first lovemaking was a whirlwind of passion, exhilarating and intense, then our second was a gentle

breeze, tender and lingering. Finally, I drifted off to sleep in his arms. When had I ever had such a peaceful

sleep? Lazily closing my eyes, a sense of melancholy welled up inside me. My wandering lover, are you truly mine

? My passion for you, my embrace, the intoxicating

sensations … how long can all this last?

As I was lost in my reverie, footsteps sounded at the door—it was him, it must be him, those

footsteps echoing deep within my heart… His key turned in the lock, but a mischievous

thought .

When he entered the room, I tried my best to pretend to be fast asleep, eyes closed, wrapped in the covers, a picture of serene beauty.

I felt his footsteps approaching, and he gently pulled back the covers, revealing my delicate body, clad only in a short-sleeved nightgown, once again

before him.

Although we had already been intimate twice, my heart still pounded. He leaned down and

lightly kissed my snow-white, soft face; the moment his lips touched mine, my whole body trembled

slightly , my beautiful eyelashes fluttered, but I maintained my feigned sleep with my eyes tightly closed—he must know I was pretending

, right? But he didn't reveal it, only continuing to patiently tease me.

He embraced my fragrant shoulders, his tongue tracing my temples, earlobes, closed eyes, and the bridge of my nose,

finally kissing my slightly moist lips. My garden began to feel damp involuntarily, and my breathing became

increasingly rapid... When I finally couldn't bear his teasing any longer and could no longer maintain my sleeping position, I finally opened my eyes

and trembled as I called for him to stop. The bed was already a mess, the sheets were crumpled, and the thin blanket that had covered my body was gone.

She slid silently to the floor.

Since the fire of desire had been ignited, let me indulge... His movements were already

practiced and skillful ; I momentarily lost my willfulness, softly submitting to his manipulation. Alas,

I, who usually pride myself on being clever and independent, in his presence, involuntarily become a little lamb...

We entangled and fell onto the bed, he kissing my lips passionately, as if the world were spinning. I

collapsed softly beneath him, my whole body feeling a wave of tingling pleasure. He lifted my legs, removing my

Triumph lace , admiring the beautifully protruding vulva between my fair legs. Gently parting my long

, soft, black pubic hair, he skillfully kneaded my moist, swollen labia until my

hands , the tender red flesh seeping with a wet, clear fluid.

He brought his hot penis close to my open thighs, gently wiping the overflowing fluid from my opening, making his

glans wet as well. This meticulous foreplay completely stripped away my remaining rationality and shyness.

My waist swayed gently back and forth, my breasts bobbed, my round buttocks swayed, and my long, beautiful hair flew wildly, accompanied by

moans that I myself didn't understand. After completely disarming my body and mind, he steadily

pushed , skillfully entering my warm and tender private parts.

He thrust gently and rhythmically, my juices flowing freely, making a continuous "sizzling"

sound , like the murmuring water under a large stone bridge. Each time, he slowly inserted

until he reached the very end, then quickly withdrew, bringing out a sticky, white, wet liquid; in this way, within a few dozen thrusts,

I was already panting heavily with excitement, my legs straight and tense, using my body language to crave his affection. Seeing

me reaching my peak, he gradually increased the speed of his thrusts, each one slamming heavily into my core…

I had lost the strength to respond; my mind was filled only with overwhelming pleasure. I simply held him tightly,

my body taut like a bow. These intoxicating sensations grew stronger and stronger, every cell in my body sending

waves of tingling, numbness, and itching through me.

Under his all-out thrusting, I was drenched in sweat, my panting growing increasingly rapid. I felt as if

my soul , my core almost bursting out of my body. My low, panting breaths filled the entire room, seemingly

emanating from my nose; these moans were so alluring that he couldn't help but grasp my full breasts with both hands, kneading and squeezing them forcefully,

his lower body thrusting even harder. As the pleasure intensified, my snow-white buttocks began to

rise higher and higher, the speed of his thrusts reaching its limit.

My slender waist and pink buttocks swayed and moved incessantly, like a beautiful, all-knowing flower. My legs lifted and hooked around

his waist, pushing his hips to make him penetrate deeper and deeper! Although I knew this position was incredibly

lewd , it brought me and the man I was making love to close body and soul. How I loved

this feeling of spiritual and physical fusion!

The pleasure was nearing its limit; I knew my climax was imminent! I writhed and rolled beneath him,

swaying left and right, rising and falling to meet him. My long, cloud-like hair flew wildly, and the feeling was so exhilarating,

a qualitative leap from my previous two encounters. My movements became more and more passionate and skilled. My fair and tender body turned pink from the intense

movements , and I was covered in sweat. My soft, panting breaths became labored.

In the moment of extreme climax,

the scene of me walking the streets of Lijiang two days ago, waiting for him, flashed through my mind…

I knew I was beautiful. On my first day in Lijiang, people couldn't help but turn their heads to look at me.

Her thick, jet-black hair was braided and hung down her neck, revealing fair skin above her ears. She wore a pure white cotton

shirt and beige linen casual pants, and a silver bracelet the width of a finger adorned her slender wrist. Few people

would wear such pure white when traveling, yet she seemed completely unconcerned, moving

about … But now, I am intoxicated by this exquisite lovemaking, writhing and responding to him beneath me,

even overflowing with passion. That pristine, snow-white girl has transformed into a submissive little woman, completely devoted to him…

Yet I have no regrets, and I don't want to change at all. My only fear is that this moment cannot last forever…

In this wondrous memory, an unprecedented wave swept over my entire body, something I

had never … My delicate body suddenly froze, trembling as I cried out in a soft voice, “Light… my Light… please

, hold me tight, I… um…” My whole body convulsed and trembled uncontrollably, my back lifted off the bed, my full

breasts stood even more erect and trembled, my hands gripped his shoulders tightly, thrusting upwards excitedly.

Every inch of tender flesh inside my vagina was contracting rapidly, desperately gripping his penis,

ejaculating my precious vaginal fluid… At the same time, he also shuddered suddenly, thrusting hard against my clitoris, his whole body

trembling violently, ejaculating his own essence all at once. Although it was the third ejaculation in 24 hours,

I could still feel his scalding passion continuing to penetrate my depths… Was this the most

intense orgasm a man and woman could experience?

It was so indescribably beautiful; I felt sweaty all over, the pleasurable sensation permeating my very bones.

Only now did I understand the meaning of "ecstasy"…

After the passion subsided, I buried my face in his chest like a child, motionless, as he comfortably and contentedly

caressed my skin. My emotions remained unsettled for a long time; I playfully stroked his penis, neither of us speaking,

simply sharing this pleasure.

Then, we tacitly helped each other get dressed. I was still wearing a pure white cotton shirt and beige linen

casual pants, a silver bracelet the width of a finger on my slender wrist. Where are we going today? I don't

know, all I know is that he's by my side...

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